The Daring Bubblegum Rescue

The Daring Bubblegum Rescue

Jul 18

Buddy was a fairly strange bird. I’ve talked about some of his eccentricities before, but there’s one story in particular that I always remember.

I didn’t chew gum much, growing up. I think I’d had Buddy over a year the first time he ever saw me chewing gum. Eating in front of him wasn’t anything new, but when he saw the strange, pink thing begin to inflate out of my mouth, he fussed.

Of course, he fussed all the time – it was one of his regular noises.  He factored it into his talking and babbling, and even did it to a lesser extent while “sleep mumbling” before bed. So I didn’t pay any particular attention to it as I continued to blow bubbles.

My First Buddy

My First Buddy

May 30

I remember a lot of things about Buddy. I hope to go into detail over future posts about him, but when I think of him, it’s the little things that stand out.

Buddy was purchased at a few weeks old from the erstwhile Great Barrier Reef Pet Store located in Houston, TX. It closed a few years after we got him – I don’t actually know when. Not long after Buddy passed away we went back to where he’d come from and found it closed.

But it’s Buddy’s life I want to celebrate.

Buddy was aptly named. He was my very first pet (well, aside from some fish that, I admit, I was not the best owner to). I had wanted a dog for as long as I can remember, and I was twelve years old when we brought Buddy the bird home.